Chapter 541
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In the middle of the night, a purple and a red full moon hung high in the sky. The entire world was covered in a layer of mysterious light.
It was midnight and the crowded White Capital had finally quietened down. Although the entire city was still lit up, there were no more people on the streets.
However, even in such a tranquil time, not everyone had fallen asleep. Some people were still busy.
Not many of the people who lived in the White Capital knew that there was an unknown world hidden thousands of meters underground in the huge city.
Outside an underground building in the White Capital, there were holy fire-level guards and patrol squads everywhere, making the area seem like a no-go zone.
The building was like a steel monster that would devour anyone it encountered. It was made of unique metal and biological materials. It blended perfectly with the underground world and did not look out of place at all. It felt like it had been there for tens of thousands of years.
The pitch-black glass-like biological material completely isolated the light inside the building from the outside. From the outside, the entire building was pitch-black.
However, the interior of the building was as bright as day.
In a certain room, two lifeless corpses were placed naked on two white beds.
One of the male bodies had white hair and a hunched body. He looked old. The other one was tall and had long hair and a black beard. He looked like he was in his prime.
They were the first and second elders of the Saints in Division7.
The skulls of the two dead bodies were uncovered, revealing their grayish-white brains. There were gullies on their brains.
A middle-aged woman in a white isolation suit was standing less than a meter away from the Second Elder's head. Her eyes were staring at the grayish-white brain as she carefully observed it. There were strange black patterns flowing rapidly in her eyes.
After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes and slowly walked out of the room.
"How was it?" A few men in suits walked up to her as soon as she opened the door. The leading man was a tall, middle-aged man who was more than two meters tall. He had a thick beard and it seemed like he had not shaved for a few days. He looked at the woman in anticipation.
The woman took off the isolation suit and revealed a long black dress. She smiled bitterly and shook her head. "I have no choice. I can only read information that isn't a True God. It feels like someone has erased the memories of the True God from their minds. "
"This again …" The tall middle-aged man frowned slightly, seemingly disappointed with this result.
"Director Zhou, are the others the same?" The woman could not help but ask.
"Yes. Over the past two days, including you, we've invited thirteen experts who are good at memory reading and dozens of experts who specialize in brain research. Now that two whole days have passed, there is still no progress in the last sealed memory region. " "If it's still like this in a few days, we can only let those experts take Lu Yuan's brain for further tests …"
The woman nodded slightly. She understood that further examination might cause damage to the intact brain.
"I'll output the memories I've retrieved first. I hope there's something useful in there."
"Thank you." The middle-aged man who was called Director Zhou nodded and said to a man in a suit next to him, "Bring Mrs. Wang to do the information collection."
The man in a black suit nodded at the woman and said, "Mrs. Wang, please follow me."
Watching the two of them leave one after another, Ol 'Zhou furrowed his brows as he looked at the two corpses in the room through the glass. He mumbled to himself, "It's always like this whenever I encounter information about a true God. Is it really because of the information isolation …"
"I still think the information isolation theory is a little too far-fetched. If the information about the True God can't be accessed by mortals, where did the inheritance information of the Saints come from? I think the Saints must have erased the memories of the True God from these two abandoned children long ago. That's why we can't read it. " A young man in a suit who looked to be in his early twenties took out a lollipop from his storage space. He peeled off the wrapper and put the lollipop in his mouth.
Mr. Zhou turned his head and glanced at him. Just when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by what the young man said.
"Do you want some?" The young man in the suit took out another lollipop and passed it to him.
"It's work time now. Wu Sheng, be serious!" Mr. Zhou glared at him.
"You know I have low blood sugar. I can't work without candy." Wu Sheng spread his hands.
"You can cure this disease completely by entering the blood sugar correction pod once. Who can you blame for not going after so many years?" Mr. Zhou scolded him.
"You know, I really hate doctors. Whenever I see someone in a white coat, I can't help but want to crush their head. If I see someone in a white coat and glasses, I might not be able to control my urge to kill … You know, this is the sequela of something. I can't control it … "Wu Sheng shrugged.
"You can buy the blood sugar correction pod online. There's no need to go to the hospital. What's with the excuse?!" Of course, Mr. Zhou knew what sequela Wu Sheng was talking about, but it was obvious that he was using it to confuse the public.
"No, it's too troublesome." Wu Sheng rejected again. "I think God is telling me to eat more candy. Why do I have to treat it? I can eat candy anytime I want now. What a wonderful thing! "
"…"
Mr. Zhou and the rest gave up trying to stop Wu Sheng from talking nonsense with a straight face.
"Oh, by the way, please keep your spirits up during this period. The black market has been too quiet for the past few days. Maybe the underworld organization is planning something. We have to be careful. "Mr. Zhou changed the topic and instructed the rest.
"It's hard to say what will happen. The black market has quietened down. Maybe it's because our attack on the Saints a few days ago scared them. Many of the underworld organizations are worried that we'll make them our next target. That's why they're hiding. "Wu Sheng thought Mr. Zhou was being paranoid. "Moreover, this is the thirty-three levels underground. Even if there's an organization that's after the two dead bodies, how would they know which level we're at? Unless … there's a spy among us. "
"Don't underestimate the top underworld organizations. Some of them are as powerful as the Scarborough Workspace. They might even be more powerful!" Mr. Zhou glanced at Wu Sheng when he mentioned the Scarborough Workspace.
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